Uh oh, I pooped. Dad woke before five this morning (I know- crazy fool, it's Saturday!), checked on the little guy, and headed straight for the coffee maker. He walked into the living room and found a log and a half on a pair of his work pants that mom had been mending and left on the floor.
Making a statement? An unfortunate accident? Simply showing my age? What the hell did I do?!
2 comments:
That's a definite statement!
*I* know you were saying, "Hey. Dad. I really don't like sharing my place with that kid."
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